While Willie Dunne fights on the Western Front during World War I, he takes heart in stories, songs, and prayers. Stories help keep his fear at bay and connect him to his fellow soldiers. Songs are like a healing balm to him, and he finds solace in singing with his comrades. Prayers led by Father Buckley strengthen Willie, bring him courage, and offer him glimpses of hope and meaning even in dark, gruesome battlefields. Willie perseveres through the horrors of war by drawing comfort from words, music, and faith, which demonstrates his resilience.
In fact, the novel suggests that turning to storytelling, music, and faith for comfort and encouragement in times of suffering is a natural human impulse. Willie is not the only soldier to rely on words, songs, and prayers for the motivation to keep fighting. Many of his comrades also take comfort in telling stories, reading books, and making jokes to raise their own and one another’s spirits. Other Irishmen in the British Army enjoy bawdy marching songs and religious hymns alike, just as Willie does. Similarly, many soldiers in Willie’s company find their fears and sorrows soothed by prayers and religious services, which ground them in their common faith. Moreover, German soldiers sing too—their songs confirm to Willie that his enemies aren’t distant monsters but are fellow people instead. All of these men’s reliance on words, music, and faith to help them survive the war points to their shared humanity. A Long Long Way thus illustrates how people on all sides of the conflict are connected by their common search for meaning, comfort, strength, and resilience through storytelling, music, and faith.
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Resilience and Shared Humanity Quotes in A Long Long Way
And it did Willie Dunne more good than food to open his mouth and heart and sing “Tipperary,” the long line of men bawling it out.
Suddenly the enemy guns opened their filthy cursing mouths and belched forth a ruinous misery of shells. […] But the men didn’t drop a stitch of the Hail Mary they were halfway through knitting, one soothing word to the next.
He wondered suddenly and definitely for the first time in his life what words might be. Sounds and sense certainly, but something else also, a kind of natural music that explained a man’s heart or heartlessness, words as tempered as steel, as soft as air. He felt his sore head clear and his back lighten and his legs strengthen. It was as strange to him as the sight of death. He hoped the words would work on the dead and be a balm to them also.
Silent night, holy night. And indeed the shepherds were in their hut and their flocks were scattered round about in these lovely woods. The sheep lay down in the darkness fearful of the wolves. But were there any wolves in the upshot? Or just sheep against sheep?